Rainy Day Memories -A Good Day For Thoughts

It’s a cloudy, rainy day...

I stand at my window watching the performance

which is like an endless curtain of tears falling down from heaven

A blanket of light, silvery threads that rush to quench the thirst

of the hard almost-winter ground

It's the kind of rain that becomes pleasurable to watch

because it makes my home seem like a safe haven

It's really a very lovely gift - where you can sleep late and not feel guilty about doing so

My thoughts aimlessly wander to other times where memories collect

in small bits and pieces

like tossed glass marbles that roll around on the lonely floors of my mind

They scatter about causing my thoughts to drift here…then there

I follow one reverie...then another creeps into my head

as my thoughts gather in transient, ethereal places of my heart -my soul

I reach out for one trying to reconnect some of the wounded pieces of my life -

that seem fragmented, shambolic

Many bruises left unseen - but not forgotten

They unfold in bits and fragments fleeting and competing with other reminiscences...

impatiently waiting for their story to be told

as they go about littering the landscape of my mind

I tend to lean on poetry to purge my soul-

as my mind wanders about in deep thoughts and fuzzy memories

An early hush descends...

as the gentle music of soft rolling thunder flows from every drop of rain

They lightly tap their dulcet tears against my window panes

Mother nature echoes her melodious voice

in the clouded sky with comfortable soothing sounds

that cast their light shadows upon my windows

I close my eyes and breathe in their liquid flowing music

The edges of the outside world melt into blurred shadows

as I contemplate the thought...

"What makes "me" me and "you" you?

I do know I'm a warrior, a survivor

I've fought many battles...

lost some - won some

but in the losing I learned I could survive and still be a warrior

My mind ruminates on these thoughts

that seem to drift around so randomly- so aimlessly

A gentle rain softly pounds the brooding sky

as a small tree branch softly scrapes against my window...

reminding me it would be a nice day for tomorrow

Maybe I have too much time on my hands

I really don’t know what to think...

but today seems like a good day for doing it

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Anne P Murray

C/R 10/2015

Reviews

[Mnemosyne]

Beautifully done - I crave to be there listening to the rain alone with my thoughts. The descriptions of the rain & your thoughts revelations left me feeling quite, clean, contemplative.

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

Thank you Mnemosyne. Your words are encouraging and comforting.
I appreciate it very much
read moreThank you Mnemosyne. Your words are encouraging and comforting.
I appreciate it very much

anne

[Xander West]

I like the imagery of your words. The ability to capture a moment, an vision , an experience then translate them into words on a paper. Then transitioning from the image to the thoughts flowing through your mind. Great piece.

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

Thank you kindly Xander for your supportive words and taking time to read this rather lengthy piece.
I am humbled

anne